RAINE’S POV
My legs felt like jelly. I didn’t move. I couldn’t.
I laid there breathless, I wondered how the hell Cyril had so much energy left in him. The man had just wrecked me, and yet there he was, buttoning his pants so casually.
I stared at the literal half-dressed Greek god before me, my gaze lingering on his sculpted chest and amazingly sculpted abs.
My eyes followed his chiseled frame across the room, as he grabbed a few documents from the desk and straightened them out. God, my body still tingled, my mind in a haze.
Yet Cyril kept shuffling around. Guess all those hours in the gym really paid off for him, I thought to myself.
Finally mustering the strength, I sat up and adjusted my skirt. I was about to get down from the desk when Cyril began walking in my direction.
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